A curious shopkeeper inquired about who lay lifeless inside the coffin; the man to whom the somber faces and silent tears were dedicated.When someone answered her that the deceased was Made Sanggra, the shopkeeper gasped in disbelief."Ah, the poet, I didn't know that he had passed away," she said, then ran into her shop.With frantic movements, she removed various goods -- rolled up mats, palm leaves and ritual paraphernalia -- arrayed on the roadside before her shop. In a simple gesture of respect, she had cleared the road for the coming procession.
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